An actor has written all my poems.
I hired him some time back
to portray me, to stand on stage
with a suitcase of my passions,
presenting them one-by-one
to an unsuspecting audience.
How they applaud him! If only I
could slip this reticence and join
my creation before the crowd,
take our bows together and then
tell him ‘Good job but your services
are no longer necessary.’
Stephen Brooke ©2006
This piece was actually inspired by the remarks I made about my previous poem, over in my 360 blog. Got my train of thought rolling and I rode it to the end. A quick piece, unlike the previous two, and likely to see rewriting down the line...if I think it's worth it when I take another look someday.